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[Jello Biafra:] This is for all you people who like to get away with passing around in the front row of the Old Waldorf. What would Heavy Metal magazine think? This is called Dreadlocks of the Suburbs.

Why you come to my room
Had of being fucked by business
enough to fund my habits
Looks alcohol so grab it

Had enough of being
Loosen up like all the do
Like a in my eyes
Have a bottle or two

And oh, oh, be a of the suburbs
And oh, oh, be a dreadlock of the

peyote and ferascas
And a new Havana
I know too much about him
He knows how to it never-ending

a stash that's supremo
He's got any going
I out an ad in High Times
Got to keep up with the new

Because oh, oh, I'm a dreadlock of the
And oh, oh, I'm a of the suburbs
And oh, oh, I'm a of the suburbs
oh, oh, I'm a Rastafarian

Forget social status
Listen up
We can be so
Where you can't say a
we're so cool, we're someone

Okay, there it is, up

through all my pictures
Especially in the
Got a stake in the land
my Daddy strikes the gold

And oh, oh, be a of the suburbs
And oh, oh, be a of the suburbs
And oh, oh, for the dreadlocks of the suburbs
'Cause oh, oh, I want to hold you now

The more things change, the more they the same [x4]